Monday, November 27, 2006

"Magic Moment" Monday...

I am doing better right this minute, but this morning was odd...I woke up from a dream that was unsettling and the feeling followed me for the last few hours. It is starting to fade now...feeling more inside myself and less wonky.

I saw an old man this morning at a traffic light. His truck was next to mine and ahead a little. I saw him clapping his hands, leaning forward and laughing hysterically. It made me smile, just watching that. I had no choice, like a gag reflex the happy feelings got yanked right to the surface. I kept watching him, hooked into my high. He laughed again and I just beamed. Then, as I passed him I noticed that the person sitting in the car with him was a child.

Wow...I was really touched that there was this intergenerational Joy happening at 7:00 in the morning on an intersection near a Dunkin Donuts, steam and condensation still on the cars. How awesome to have a moment like that so early in the day.

Helping, the teen says:"Jessica's brother got taken away in these""A POLICE CAR??????????????" I bellow."WHEN DID YOU HAVE SEX IN A POLICE CAR????????" asks JP."What the fuck?!!!!!!!!!!!!!" says the teen.All fall into hysterics.

Submission...

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

"What I use" Wednesday...

Okay, color me hippie, but I really like these products. I use them daily and re-buy them often. I am sorta sensitive to "perfumes" and SLS so I need to be aware of ingredients. Just Naturals also makes a FABOO laundry soap that is natural and scented with lavender.

Jojoba is amazing stuff, and the primary ingredient in the Wild Rose Oil.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Um, Yeah, I miss you...

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Bowing to the Seasons...

Once a plate of whiteand tiny petalswith one indigo speck wavingShe now begins her restcurleddry and ready for the onslaught of Winter

Again she will riseand spread herself wideto the sunand dancewith the whispersof the Norththe hissing of summers Souththe thrum of early Autumn

Now she shows her bonesher brittle and delicate underpinningthe veins that once floodedwith the liqour of light's lovepulsing into each leafand coursing through the pithturgor strengthand persistenceparched andwaitingwaitingwaiting

Monday, November 06, 2006

Our, Yours, Mine...

I often think about the boundaries between all of us. (I suppose reading the Enders series and thinking about philotes and ansibles helps with this theory). We come into this world a pink and wriggling mass of potential. Almost immediately we are indoctrinated with "yours" and "mine". This is YOUR nose. These are YOUR toesies. Yes, that is YOUR truck, can you share it?

It starts that early. To assuage our sense of insecurity we are taught to put labels on things, literally. Things and people "belong" to us. At an early age we are taught about possession ( and, um I don't mean of the satanic variety. That is for another post). We find language that supports our need to express ownership. That darned philosophy tracks us down our entire lives, through loves, through money and property, weaving it's way through everything.

How different things could be if we relaxed our grip on the need to own everything, everyone. One of the huge lessons of my life these past years had to do with ownership in the context of relationship. I really craved a sense of belonging. I also felt very territorial about my partner (which, considering his hobby as a fine art nude photographer, was, well...to be expected). Having to let go of that love, and learning to let go of the expetation and hopes of another love someday coming my way was the biggest chore of the century for me. And, the most freeing.

I have had to learn about letting Go. Of expectation. Of need to own or belong. Of the desire to be "right" about things as little as how people should drive on the highway.

It is never about what you own or who you think you "have". It is always about how you see yourself in the face of those things.

Be a nice person. Be kind. Let go. You don't need all those toys to show the world who you are. Sit on that bench and think about it a little.

Friday, November 03, 2006

RED Update:

It appears that the Hotel Cafe Tour has lost some of my favorite performers for a little while. Joe Purdy and Brian Wright have taken a turn off the path for a stint elsewhere, but they will return, hopefully, Though each is a fine act solo, together they are a force of nature. Brian's cd will be released soon. I have not seen it anywhere yet.

His lyrics are incisive, at times hidden in a poppy-indie-folk wrapping, sometimes woven in some seriously jacked up, in your face, rock. Sitting next to him at the Red booth, he looked so unassuming. He could have been any other B.U. student slugging beer. I have not seen anyone that young throw themselves around the stage in a long time, all the while captivating us with the feeling and words. No doubt about it...this kid means what he says.

Given the voting situation, and the general unrest in the Good Ol' USA of late, click here to see what is coming out of his mouth.

If you are interested (and you SHOULD be!) take a look at the RED blog, so you can see the momentum RED is building, and hear first hand stories of people they/we have helped. Oh, and check out the wey-wey cool new Special Edition RED iPod with * (count 'em)8 gigs rather than 4. Remember, 10% goes where it should. And, well RED *is* a great Holiday color, don'tcha think?